Don’t Get Close* Robb Bank$ (Ft. Trippie Redd)

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Lyrics from the snippet

[Intro: Robb Bank$]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ah
Yeah!

[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
I drink bitch, I smoke bitch, I hold my opp down and let it go bitch
I pop one bitch, I turned the four bitch, I'm on go bitch, please don't get close bitch
Yeah [?] eyes, I look dead but I'm alive
I'm the 5th hand of god, [?]
[?] mob ties, got the juice, got the sprite, space cowboy I got a sprite
Opps quiet, loud pipes (boom)

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Bitch I feel like Boosie, stick it to my toolie
That boy a motherfucka, I thought I heard some? (Shhhh)
That pussy pink I call up [?]
Rolex diamonds in my tooth
Yeah lets go Simon says [?]
Yeah it's Rich Gang or it's nothing
I'm on the island
I call Stunna, I call [?], I call [?] , I'm in geek mode, yeah I'm big big big evil I'm fina stroke on this ego
All green bitch like [?] , [?] like Kim a nigga make it possible
All I smoke is [?], my [?] go bae waterfall
She went and [?] I fucked her with the sandals on
Never seen me run from, no [?]
You better get your money up, you get your [?]
(Yeah yeah)